27 Tattoos

You were in the car with Harry, the side of your ribs still stinging from the inking. Looking around, you realised that you weren’t heading back to Harry’s.

“Harry, where are we going?” You ask.

“I’m taking you back home. I don’t want your mum hating me more than she does.” He chuckles,

“Like that’s even possible.” I smirk, looking over at him. He entwines your hands, planting a kiss to your knuckles.

“I’m trying to be a good boyfriend.” He murmurs, his eyes glancing at you, then the road.

“Sure.” You tease, giggling as he fakes a look of hurt.

When you reach your house, you’re reluctant to go.

“Harryyyy.” You whine, pouting as you look up at him, his back pressed against the car door, you leaning on his chest.

“(Y/NNNNN).” He mimics, kissing your pouting lips. “And there’s your mum.” Harry breathes, looking straight ahead. “Gotta go now, love. See ya.” He smiles, kissing your cheek and running round to his side of the door, climbing in and speeding off. Your mother doesn’t look impressed,

“School called asking me why you weren’t in, (Y/N). I’m guessing he is the cause?” She spits as you near her.

“We were just-“

“I can’t believe you would skip school, for him. You had perfect attendance, good grades, and glowing recommendations from your teachers. Now you’re skipping school, you marks are dropping, all because of that good for nothing.” She says, her voice getting louder.

“Don’t you dare call him that.” You say through gritted teeth.

“Why? That’s what he is. He’s no good for you, (Y/N). He’s dangerous, and I don’t want you getting caught up with him! I told you this before and you disobeyed me. He is going nowhere with his life, (Y/N). I can’t let you get dragged down with him.” She hisses, glaring at you.

“YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT HIM!” You yell, your mother flinching,

“DON’T YOU DARE TALK TO ME LIKE TH-“

“FUCK THIS! I’M DONE WITH YOU AND YOUR BULLSHIT!” You yell, pushing past her and storming up to your room, shoving some of your clothes into a bag and jogging back downstairs, “Maybe when you’re done being a judgemental bitch, I’ll come back.” You spit, shoving past her and walking down the drive. Leaving your mother standing there in complete and utter shock.

Walking through Holmes Chapel, you find yourself in unfamiliar land. You pull out your phone and call El, she picks up on the fourth ring.

“HEYYYY!” She yells through the phone, “Where were you today?” She pipes up.

“With Harry.” You answer and El just giggles. You thought she didn’t like Harry?

“You guys are actually quite cute together, but shhhhh. Don’t tell anyone I said that.” She laughs and you join in.

“Uhm, El. I was wondering if I could stay with you for a while, me and my mother kind of had a falling out.” You ask, pursing your lips.

“OF COURSE! SLEEP OVERRRRRR!” She sings down the phone.

“I’m also lost, so could you come and pick me up?” You giggle.

“You idiot, of course I will. Where are you?” She asks.

“I’m near…” You look up at a sign, and saw the same of a pub, well; you think it’s a pub, “The black fox? I think it says that anyway.” You reply, the skies suddenly going darker.

“(Y/N), I can’t pick you up from there. You’re on the wrong side of town; it’s too dangerous at night.” She says, worriedly.

“Shit. What am I supposed to do?” You panic.

“Call Harry, now.” She says urgently.

“Right, bye El.” You put the phone down, not waiting on her response. Fumbling around with your phone, you dial Harry’s number. He picks up immediately.

“(Y/N)?” He asks.

“Harry, I need yo-“ The phone is suddenly knocked out of your hand, scattering into pieces on the floor. Looking up, you see his face.

“Ah, beautiful. Long-time no see.” Stan smirks, a few other men crowded around him.

“S-Stan.” You stutter, backing away from him, only to bump into someone behind you. You were surrounded.

“Shhh.” He says, placing a hand on your lips. You were too scared to move.

“W-What do you w-want from m-me?” You ask, your eyes filling with tears.

“We want to get to Harry through you. You see, beautiful, Harry made a fool of me in that alley way. People are questioning my authority and by taking down Harry Styles, I will regain that authority. Seeing that you are the most, should we say, precious? Thing in his life, killing you will surely strike him where it hurts.” He smirks.

“You’re g-going to k-kill me?” You cry, 2 arms now wrapping around your body, ensuring you won’t escape.

“Not exactly. You see, we’re going to beat you, until you’re almost dead and leave you in the street. That is when we’ll call Harry, ensuring we are far away by then, and also the police. So that when you do die, a slow, painful death, it will be in his arms, surrounded by cops who, already know of his violent past, will think he murdered you. He will then rot in jail, knowing that you died in his arms, knowing that he brought you into this life, knowing that he played the main part in your death.” Stan smiles, an evil glint in his eyes.

“You’re a monster.” You spit.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, beautiful.” He cups your cheeks with his hand, “But maybe before I beat you, I will pleasure myself with your body.” He growls, his eyes dark.

“Harry…” You whisper.

“Harry won’t save you this time.” Stan spits, slapping you across the face.

*Harry’s P.O.V*

I was talking to the boys, when suddenly my phone went off; it was (Y/N).

“(Y/N)?” I asks, confused as to why she is calling me.

“Harry, I need yo-“ The phone line suddenly goes dead.

“(Y/N)?!” I hiss down the phone.

“Mate, what’s wrong?” Lou asks me.

“(Y/N) just called me up then the line went dead.” I say, worriedly.

“Shit.” He mutters under his breath.

“Zayn,” I urge, “Call Perrie, see if she knows anything. Also get that girl, El’s number and Dani’s too. We need to find out where she is.” I say urgently, trying to call (Y/N)’s number again, no luck. I swear I tried about 7 times, before I heard Lou.

“I have Eleanor’s number.” He says, his phone now pressed to his ear. I could hear his conversation:

“El would you pleas-“

“I don’t care.”

“Just shut up and listen!”

“For fucks sake, do you know where (Y/N) is?! We think she’s in trouble.”

Louis gulped.

“Thanks.” He murmured, before putting down the phone.

“Well?” I ask, my palms sweating and my heart racing.

“She’s by the black fox.” My eyes widen. She can’t be there. That’s where Stan hangs around, shit, shit, shit. What if he’s found her?! What if he is touching her, hurting her? My fists clench and anger boils up inside me.

“GET THE FUCK UP!” I roar at everyone, storming out the door, Zayn, Niall and Louis, following closely behind.

I open my car door, slamming it shut and shoving the keys in the ignition.

“HURRY THE FUCK UP!” I yell, stepping on the accelerator as fast as I could. I wasn’t out to just hurt Stan, oh no, I was out to kill him.